Love

What is it in this world? I wonder,
That I love the most?
Is it the waves of the sea or the clouds across the ocean? I ponder,
Or is it the white sands or sea gulls flying? That it plays host,

Is it my beautiful mother? So pure and fine,
Or is it aged and old wine?
Is it my teachers who taught me?
Or my father who let me just be?

As I delve into its labyrinth,
I think of the lotus, the pond and the hyacinth,
And the pasqueflowers in the wild,
A life that is not so mild,

Or is it my sweet Emily?

A Child's Song

A flutter in the heart,
A sign of The first rain's arrival,
Wet brown earth and the jade grass,
Pasqueflowers in the wild,
The happiest moment in life of the child,

Cerulean skies, where eagles dare,
A grin, almost a wild laugh,
An open mind, life's been kind,
A tune takes the shape of a song,
That has been on his lips for so long,

Pibi laam pibi laam,
Pibi laam pipi dum,
Pibi laam pibi laam,
Pibi laam pipi dum,
A song worth a hum,

A scion of an imperative madness,
He has traipsed around the world,
Singing his favourite song,
To the children the gypsies bring,
All day and all night the child will sing

Pibi laam pibi laam,
Pibi laam pipi dum,
Pibi laam pibi laam,
Pibi laam pipi dum,
A song worth a hum.

Just a Prose

Life goes on in an unharmonious synchronization,

This is really the beauty of it,

Trudging the lanes less often taken,

With unknown consequences staring at your face,

The echo of the sound, which resounds,

Unmellifluously at first,

Sounds better with every taken step,

That is really the beauty of it,

Life is now cool and calm,

No sense of urgency whatsoever,

But less realizing the fact that,

There's a lull before a storm,

Which will take you by surprise,

And shock you out of life,

Well dear, that is the beauty of it,

If you could only have known beforehand,

What to expect and when,

Guess, the food called life,

Which is best eaten with hunger,

Wouldn't have been as tasty as it is,

Guess, not many people would like their food be bland,

And that is life and this is just a prose,

And that is really the beauty of it.

Hanging Virtues

I was taking a stroll in the garden of dreams,
When I came across an apple orchard,
The trees filled with crimson red apples,
Looked so inviting and tempting to me,

Two apples in particular fascinated me,
The first apple was the one I liked,
And the second liked me,

The orchard owner came up to me and said,
Son, you can have any but one,
It was a difficult choice that I had to make and run,

I was caught in the crossfire between,
Temptation and Tenderness,
Were they apples or hanging virtues, I thought,

I gazed at the adjacent lake,
The soft wind in my face,
Suddenly transformed into a strong gale,

The trees in the orchard started to sway,
It was as if they were telling me something,
And I had nothing to say,

Suddenly, the second apple fell into my hands,
I knew this was it; this was my day,
I thanked the lord and walked away.

Run

My eyelids are tired, but I can't close them yet,
Today I must run, keep running till I am safe,
Run I must till I can run no more,
Run I must, and run I will to win the bet,

My legs are tired, but I can't rest,
Lest, should I risk of letting them closer,
Lest, should I risk of letting them get past me,
Lest, should I risk of failing the test,

My hands have weakened, but I can't wait,
I have to dig to find my bone,
I have to dig that hole all alone,
I have to dig before it gets too late.

Come thee lord!

Come thee lord, come to me,
For thou art He,
And I am only a flea,
So teacheth me from A to Zee,

Come thee lord, come to me,
For I can blessed be,
For I am the gravel of sand,
And thou art sea,

Come thee lord, come to me,
For I am sick of the people around me,
Thou art supreme of beings,
So showeth me how to gel with my fraternity,

Come thee lord, come to me,
For I want to see thee and be glee,
For I want to flee with thee,
Forever and ever unto infinty,

Come thee lord, come to me,
Come thee lord, to take me with thee,
For I would like to be buried in your chest,
Forever and ever unto eternity